User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Rise of the Hordes/@comment-1298206-20140804182436/@comment-2246928-20141002220535

At this time, Rymar returned from the woodlands, dropping an armful of wood wordlessly to the ground nearby before sitting down to Karyul's left, staring blankly off into the distance. When he spoke, his voice was a dark rumble, the sound of a thunderstorm made flesh. "Woods' quiet. You take watch tonight." The stout vole nodded, pulling the small cloakless hood tighter about his head. It was a strange thing, reminiscent of a jester's hat, with beaten fabric and a faded yellow dye. "Sleep easy, Rymar." The big otter muttered something, before lying down on his side near the fire, placing his paws over his face. Karyul looked up to Astrix, and tossed him a small, heavy satchel, made of cloth. "Provisions, if you plan to leave anytime soon. You're free to stay the night, if you will- we could use more company."